Don't provoke mentally ill people in the infinite flow genre!

The pocket money was robbed by Yi Zanglan, and the rich man was an imposter named Yan Zhao.

Yi Zanglan is keen on playing the role of a vulnerable mental patient, so Yan Zhao now has control over the money.

...Please, who's in control of whom?

"Is there a noodle shop here?" Su Su was both surprised and delighted, because she didn't want to eat expired cookies, but since it was someone else's money, she was too embarrassed to ask for them directly. So she could only make a polite request, "Um... Miss Yan, could you...?"

"Let's go," Yan Zhao waved his hand, "Let's eat something together."

Su Su and Li Siqi were both very happy and thanked her repeatedly, saying, "Thank you! One bowl is enough for the two of us!"

Shen Yubai hesitated for a moment, but before he could speak, Yan Zhao had already glanced over.

"Mr. Shen, would you like some?"

"...I'll eat it, thank you."

"Walk."

Seeing Yan Zhao holding the money, He Yong and Xu Chenguang automatically regarded it as public property and followed behind without saying a word.

Whether I eat noodles or not, I definitely have to go to that noodle shop on the 105th floor; maybe I can find some clues there.

……

105 is located at the corner of the corridor. The open door has been slightly modified, and a small sign with the words "Ai Feng Noodle Shop" hangs above the door.

The noodle shop is small, with only three small tables. Presumably because it's located inside the building, most residents can buy noodles to take home and eat.

The menu is posted on the wall, offering seven or eight types of noodles at reasonable prices.

"Welcome! What would you like to eat?"

The boss was a beautiful woman in her early thirties, wearing a dark red traditional cheongsam embroidered with peonies. She had fair skin, a tall figure, and a very gentle and elegant appearance.

This must be Lü Yinfeng.

"hiss……"

Xu Chenguang stared at Lü Yinfeng for a long time, his expression slightly strange.

His micro-expressions did not escape Yi Zanglan's eyes. Yi Zanglan gently squeezed Yan Zhao's arm and urged him naturally.

"I'd like two bowls of pork rib noodles."

Yan Zhao glanced at Xu Chenguang without making a sound, then asked Shen Yubai and the young couple.

"Okay, what are you eating? Tell me everything."

The other three insisted that they only wanted plain noodles, so in the end there were two bowls of pork rib noodles, one bowl of chicken leg noodles, and three bowls of vegetarian noodles.

"Okay, everyone, please wait a moment."

After receiving the money, Lü Yinfeng tied on her apron and walked into the kitchen with a smile. Soon after, she brought out six bowls of steaming hot soup noodles.

Yan Zhao distributed the noodles as needed, handing them out to everyone, completely ignoring two members of the Winter Team.

Realizing that Yan Zhao had no intention of paying attention to him, but the noodles looked so tempting, He Yong's eyes flashed with malice, and he decided to just take them by force.

His first target was the young couple, and he immediately reached for Su Su's bowl: "Didn't you two just say you'd only eat one bowl?"

Su Su was taken aback, and Li Siqi quickly covered for his girlfriend: "Miss Yan bought this for us."

"We're all on the same team, so why can't I eat what she bought?"

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Zhao suddenly slapped his hand hard with her chopsticks: "If I don't let you eat, you can't eat."

"Are you looking for death? You think you're so great?"

Xu Chenguang also stood up abruptly, pointing at Yan Zhao's nose and about to start cursing. But before he could even utter a sound, Yi Zanglan also stood up, holding a bowl of steaming noodles, and was about to splash it on his face.

"...Hey, hey, what are you trying to do? Put the bowl down!" He was shocked and instinctively covered his face.

"The dean is right, you're just a kept man." Yi Zanglan said expressionlessly, stuffing a piece of pork rib into his mouth. "It's shameful to reap without sowing."

"???"

Xu Chenguang was so angry that he couldn't think of a rebuttal for a moment. Taking this opportunity, Li Siqi secretly urged Su Su to eat more, while he pulled her aside to persuade her.

"Calm down, you two. Don't fight. We need to maintain harmony within the team."

"Yes, since we're a team, we need to be considerate of each other." Shen Yubai patted He Yong on the shoulder. "It wasn't easy for anyone to climb to Diamond rank. Working together to clear the game is what's important. There's no need to ruin our relationship over something so trivial, right?"

These words were veiled in barbs, implying that the other party shouldn't bully people so blatantly. After all, the players who could enter this game were all of similar skill levels, and if they angered others, it was hard to say whether they would get burned.

He Yong understood this principle. If he offended everyone present, they might unite against him and Xu Chenguang, which would be troublesome.

But he really needed to eat to replenish his energy, so he could only stand there with a gloomy expression.

At this moment, Yan Zhao seemed to have taken pity on him, placing an empty bowl in front of him and playfully curling the corners of his lips.

"My sister was right earlier. Whether you play the good cop or the bad cop, you can't expect something for nothing," she sneered. "How about this, I'll ask you a few questions, and if you answer them well, I'll give you half a bowl of noodles. How about that?"

He Yong glared at her fiercely, but for the sake of the long term, he compromised.

Half a bowl of noodles is fine, it's much better than eating biscuits.

"Go ahead and ask!"

Yan Zhao pointed towards the kitchen and lowered his voice: "Do you know that woman?"

"I don't know him."

"Impossible." Her tone was firm. "The way you two looked at her just now was off."

He Yong looked at Xu Chenguang, who was clearly more qualified to speak on the matter.

Xu Chenguang stared at the bowl of noodles and reluctantly replied, "It's because the cheongsam she's wearing has the same pattern as the one Ai Zhenzhen wore last night at 910."

"A cheongsam with the same floral pattern?"

"Yes, but the styles are different. Hers is a traditional short-sleeved cheongsam with a lot of fabric; Ai Zhenzhen's is a modified long-sleeved one, which is particularly fitted and hugs the hips, making it look tacky and deliberate." Xu Chenguang gestured with his hands to indicate the difference. "Moreover, Lü Yinfeng is also taller, and Ai Zhenzhen is wearing at least eight-centimeter high heels."

"Wow, you have a really keen eye."

"...This is game etiquette, you know nothing about it."

Yan Zhao picked up a piece of noodles with his chopsticks and fell into deep thought: "What else did you find at Ai Zhenzhen's place?"

"She was already dead. She was wearing long sleeves and stockings to cover up lividity, and her eyes had been gouged out."

"I just discovered her eyes had been gouged out, and she slashed at me with her claws, but it wasn't fatal." He Yong pointed to his bleeding ear. "Also, you two must have encountered that ghost in the hallway, right? We don't need to tell you more, do we?"

Why did she slash at you?

"...She said she likes gentle, gentlemanly men and thinks I'm a roughneck," He Yong said impatiently. "That's all, nothing else. Let's split the noodles!"

"Is that all you've got?"

Yan Zhao couldn't help but roll her eyes, poured half of her chicken leg noodles into an empty bowl, and pushed it towards them.

Xu Chenguang complained that it wasn't enough, pointing to Yi Zanglan's bowl: "Can she eat two bowls by herself? Can't you give us some?"

"No, she's possessive of her food."

"Is she a dog, guarding her food?"

Yi Zanglan had just finished eating the last piece of pork rib in her bowl when she heard this. She looked up, calmly spat out a whole bone, and threw it into their soup bowls.

"Suckling".

"...You son of a bitch, you lunatic!!!"